Edme Achillean | 1 | Ravenclaw

Hair

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Short but in a long way, if that makes sense. She got it cut professionally after being caught trying to cut it by herself. It's a natural dark-ish brown and usually pretty poofy.

Physical Features

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She has nice hazel eyes. They always say they don't like their smile, but it really isn't that bad. She has freckles that are only really apparent on sunny days. She has dark eyebrows that they were pretty insecure about up until the age of 9. She has fairly medium sized lips, not thin nor thick.

Clothing

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They prefer comfort as well as style, mainly meaning nice sweaters, jeans, nice trousers, button up jackets, and anything below that umbrella. Occasionally they'll wear sweater vests or things of the sort, though that's more seasonal. They typically prefer brown, as it is "their color". Her main pair of shoes is nice doc martens. She usually is found clutching onto a leather satchel filled with hard candy and the occasional book or two.

Personality

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Her insecurities mainly lie in her place of height. They are a fairly tall individual, with a solid 5,4. It may not seem a lot to some, but for an 11 year old it can seem quite a bit. She struggles to stay in crowds as many rather than one, and it can make her fear her other features may not be adequate enough for that place of height. As well as the large scar on their forearm.

Personality

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They exert a kind of caution that comes from honestly and genuinely not knowing. She doesn't really know how people will respond, so testing the waters is really the only way they know how to talk with others. They're timid, and very anxious. Amidst those who she feels misplaced among, she will probably just end up closing herself off. They often twist their verbal beliefs to fit others, though has lots of opinions or herself. They're drawn to those who will let her be timid and respect it to a point of comfort and thus making her less timid.

Personality

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When you get to know them personally, her personality will seem to pop out a little better than her exterior shield. They have lots of thoughts on how things are run and how they could be changed for the benefit of others. She isn't super loud or talkative though, as they still keep a majority of the other traits from when she speaks to strangers or some of the sort, such as being fearful.

Scar Placement: On her forearm
Time of bite: Around age five
Full Backstory:

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Edme Achillean had lived their entire life feeling like some little bit of them was simply wrong.

It wasn't just because of the dark night at the Wilson's Thanksgiving. This was the second foster home after Edme's brother had given in to not being able to take care of her. She couldn't say she wasn't enjoying it, they just didn't really feel a connection to the people she had to call their parents.

The rain had been relentless, and the full moon made it no less frightening, what with the recent attacks around the area from an unidentified pack of werewolves. The Wilson's being a family of wizards had been insistent on making this a night to remember, not only just to distract the kids from the moon. They had been using as much as they could bring to make it feel like a true feast. Edme wasn't impressed.

The happy cheer was only interrupted by the blood curdling howl that shook the house that night. It had shaken up most of the family, and Mr. Wilson insisted on taking a peak outside. Unfortunately, Edme was little and stupid, and hadn't the littlest idea of the actual danger that Werewolves posed on the night of the full moon. So she followed after him like a duck behind its mother.

She had snuck onto the porch, the rain pouring down in buckets. In front of the house was a single werewolves frothing at the mouth and staring wide eyed at Mr. Wilson. From where Edme stood they had a bad view of the werewolf from behind Mr. Wilson, and wanted to see what the entire house had been talking about for the month since the last full moon. She had stepped to the side a bit, closer to the rail, her footsteps masked by the rain. She had gripped onto it and watched as the werewolves attention directed itself to her direction, now staring directly at her. That was when Mr. Wilson looked down and jumped back in a panicked surprise at seeing Edme. This left the steps down from the porch open, and Edme slipped on the wet wood and tumbled down to the ground. Mr. Wilson attempted to get to her, but the werewolf was faster and scared him just in time to bite Edme on the arm. She let out a scream of pain and held her arm close to her chest, it stinging so incredibly bad. The werewolf left without much a second thought, probably thinking it had succeeded in its mission.

Edme was sent to St. Mungo's immediately, but of course it was an irreversible fault, and Edme was left to a new foster home, as the Wilson's couldn't take care of a werewolf correctly.

The first full moon was at the Lewis's. Mrs. Lewis was incredibly caring, feeding Edme as frequently as possible and constantly showing enough sympathy for the new bite. Mr. Lewis tried at the very least. When the sun was beginning to set they had shown Edme to the basement, where a metal door was messed with a bit so as to have multiple locks and a definite difficulty to leave from. It was dark, but Mrs. Lewis had turned on a flickering light and explained that it was the best they could do. They both left about ten minutes later.

There were no windows, so Edme wasn't sure when the change would occur. When it did, Edme was shocked by the strange pain in her back that left her on her hands and knees. It felt like her bones were grinding against each other, growing and shrinking and changing. She had screamed, a bloody, terrified cry. Her spine contorted itself and her entire figure hunched, feet growing and changing. It was only moments later that she couldn't tell which way was which or where she was.

At the end of the full moon, Edme stayed in the basement, barely able to move while she recovered from the pain. Mrs. Lewis had nervously come down, going and picking up Edme, taking her straight to St. Mungo's. Edme was in a cast for the next few weeks. The Lewis's eventually sat her down and told her they didn't have the ability to take care of her due to a recent problem with money, and she was sent off to another house.

This was when foster care became a struggle. Bouncing in and out of homes, searching for one that treated Edme with an ounce of decency. They always made it seem like she was just a werewolf, and had nothing more outside of that.

It still took her months to recover from the unbearable dread that the night at the Wilson's made her feel. It forced memories of her brother explaining to her that they had a long line of amazing, strong wizards of great ability and power. She had believed that she could be just like that. But after the bite, she felt like she had put a stain on the family name. Would she even make it to Hogwarts? Would anyone ever want to be with her after finding out she was a werewolf? Would she simply just have to end the bloodline here?

One of the foster houses managed to get them in touch with a therapist, and this therapist always said "It's not you that's different, it's just all of them. Like a foreigner on a planet of aliens."

Sure, Tracy. Edme's main problems all lead back to her being the only normal one among these people. No matter what others said to reassure them, what reassurance they gave, Edme fell into the thoughts. The beliefs, the lies. And sooner or later, they caved in. She went into her shell and didn't emerge. Her opinions became agreements, statements became facts. All that made them original made them just another follower. But no matter how hard they tried, that one small feature that always stood the tallest made her step out of line.

Lycanthropy's physical attributes never helped any of this. It felt like she was growing taller, their scents were becoming heightened, like they could smell a person when they entered a room. Everything felt like it was getting bigger, just to make her stand out in a crowd. Soon they could touch a door frame with ease and grow to almost the size of their foster parents when wearing her big clunky boots. All these traits made her feel big, but their opinions still held their ground as small little beings floating in the back of her brain.

When the letter for Hogwarts came, they were excited to say the least. Maybe Hogwarts had magic to heal her lycanthropy! Maybe they could stop the moon from changing her so, or shrink them down to perfect size. Their hopes were far too high, but they were lead by their own adrenaline, and there was nothing stopping them now.

Life After Turning:

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It was already hard before with foster care, and they had to adapt to that pretty quickly. She had been on the second foster house when being bit, and then it all just went down from there.

Who she'll tell: People she's very close to and other werewolves.
People who know: No one yet.
How she feels about prejudice against werewolves:

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Edme has never really enjoyed being a werewolf, especially with all the hatred and prejudice that affects herself and others. They understand that the werewolf itself is scary, but never understands why people hate the human. Even she hates the werewolf itself, but with the potion, it's easy to see the human in the wolf. The main reason she prefers to hide being a werewolf to many is because they don't want to deal with the conflicting opinions of others. Like many others, she wishes she wasn't turned. They would trade it for pretty much anything.

Getting into Hogwarts:

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Childishly so, they believed they could be cured of lycanthropy. The foster homes usually weren't very open about what the wizards could and couldn't do, so she was a bit clueless. They were a bit disappointed when her most recent mothers told her that that wasn't how it worked, but they got over it pretty quickly.